A/N: So yeah, I really did this. I actually wrote an SGE/Star Trek crossover. But wait! Before you go, let me just say that you absolutely don't need to know anything about Star Trek to read this. Basically the idea is: it's SGE. Except in space. With two rival Starships instead of two rival schools. Of course, before that, we see the SGE kids go through Starfleet Academy, where they train to be crew members of said Starships. Sounds doable, right? Anyway, I'll try to make this as readable for those not acclimated with Star Trek or Sci-Fi as possible, so bear with me!
Note: This is a repost from tumblr. You can follow me there at sabrinaofwoodsbeyond for quicker updates! Before I forget, huge thanks to tagathaofwoodsbeyond for brainstorming with me and editing, and another huge thanks to ladylesso for being so supportive! Now, without further ado:
Sophie had waited her entire life to be kidnapped. Or to run away. Or even better, be whisked away by a dashing prince on a gleaming white steed. Either way, ever since she could remember, her greatest wish was to somehow escape dreary, provincial Gavaldon and make a name for herself out in the real world.
But not today.
Not like this.
Not even a wardrobe full of designer clothes, hundreds of bottles of her favorite beauty supplies, or the knowledge that she had moved to sunny California, less than an hour away from a beach full of tanned dreamboats who would surely fawn over her, could comfort her now.
Not when that knowledge came with the fact that she was currently sulking on her miserable new bed in her miserable, drafty, and utterly drab Starfleet Academy dorm room, and she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
Of course, when Sophie's father forced her to take the Starfleet Academy entrance exam, she'd thought it was just another punishment, and an unfair one at that. Sure, she had skipped more than her fair share of shifts at Bartleby's. But the most glamorous, popular girl in Gavaldon couldn't be caught working at some two-bit deli alongside her haggish stepmother! It would be mortifying! It would be a scandal! It would ruin her! But, because her father couldn't see the clear logic in this, he was content to torment her by trapping her in a room full of smelly, nerdy, starfleet-wannabe losers for three and a half hours. She was actually a bit impressed; it was far more creative (and inescapable) than his usual punishments.
Which is why when, two weeks later, Sophie received the news that her letter of recommendation (written by either her father himself or an old Federation friend of his, she suspected) had been approved and she had been accepted for the upcoming semester, she simply didn't have time to pout, bargain, or reason her way out of it. Not content to give up without a fight but too panicked to come up with a plan, Sophie was reduced to standing in the middle of her room, helpless, alternating between gawking in disbelief at her acceptance letter and at her father, Stefan, who was merrily packing her bags for her.
"N-now, Father," she started, finally breaking out of her shock-induced trance, "don't you think this is a bit drastic? Do you really need to send me away for skipping one or two shifts at the deli?"
"Twelve shifts," he reminded her gruffly. "Twelve shifts where Honora was manning the shop alone, for half the money. And no, making you volunteer at the senior center for skipping your chores last summer was drastic. This is common sense."
Sophie shuddered at the memory of cleaning out the seniors' bedpans, feeding them tapioca pudding, and staring at their wrinkled old faces as they prattled on and on about mysterious pains and daytime TV and god knows what else. Unwilling to be distracted by his past crimes, she reminded herself of the urgency of the situation at hand and shook herself out of it.
"But Father, we don't even know if they have everything I need there! I might just waste away! I mean, think about it: will they really be able to accommodate my vegetarian diet–"
"That you don't need to be on," Stefan interjected.
"My gluten allergy," Sophie continued.
"That doesn't exist."
"My lactose intolerance,"
"You had a stomachache after eating ice cream when you were six."
"My dry skin, which I need a precise blend of cucumbers and honeycream to counteract,"
"Your skin is fine. And even if it wasn't, normal moisturizer would work."
"Or my life threatening reactions to processed sugars and cheap metals?"
"Which have never happened!" Stefan cried, fed up.
"Father, this isn't–"
"Sophie, you stop right there," Stefan said, turning to her. Sophie clamped her mouth shut.
"Now, the Academy may not be able to give any of the luxuries you have here, but I'll tell you what it will give you: Character. Character in spades."
"But I–" Sophie tried to interrupt, but her father gave her a warning glare and she shut back up.
"Starfleet Academy is where I grew from a boy into a man," he went on, a faint twinkle of fondness in his eye as he took her acceptance letter, rechecking the list of required supplies. Sophie just barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. She'd heard this speech before. "It was there that I developed a sense of honor, diligence, perseverance…and a work ethic. All things that you clearly lack."
Stefan sighed and looked back at her. "You're a talented girl, Sophie. You're ambitious, charismatic, clever…you could do great things, if you just tried." Sophie straightened up. Now this part of the speech she'd never heard before.
"But you're not willing to work for it! It's like you expect this perfect life to be served to you on a silver platter!" She slumped back down. Back in familiar territory, it seemed.
Sophie tried for an understanding smile. "Father, of course I haven't done anything yet. I'm only a teenager! And maybe I haven't been the perfect daughter, but what teenager is?" She giggled, attempting to lighten the mood. "And of course I'm willing to work for a good life. As soon as I graduate, I'm going to Paris. Perhaps do some modeling or fashion design, maybe even develop my own brand of perfume. Then I'll travel the world, and–"
"But how? With who's money, exactly?" Sophie searched for a reply, but found none.
Stefan nodded. "That's the root of the problem, there. You don't have a plan. You have no direction. And Starfleet Academy is just the place to fix that. Even if you're not the best student there, four years at the Academy will help you build some much needed character. And that's what I really want for you." With that, he snapped her suitcase shut and dragged it out of the room, leaving Sophie standing in silence, alone with her thoughts.
Sophie had finally crawled off of her bed and halfheartedly begun unpacking and decorating when she heard a knock at the door. She jumped, startled out of her recollections, and stared at it for a few moments, puzzled as to who could be visiting so shortly after her arrival. Then she remembered: her roommate.
Sophie sighed. In a place like this, which seemed like a magnet for those with nothing better to do but watch historical documentaries and daydream about being just like their favorite old space captain in a last-ditch attempt at becoming interesting enough for a social life, the best she could hope for in terms of friends was someone who might be semi-presentable after a makeover. Scratch that, after makeovers. After many, many makeovers. And several posture-correcting sessions. And perhaps a nose job. She smoothed out her dress, fixed her hair, put on a weak smile, and called in the sweetest voice she could muster: "Come in, dear! Door's unlocked!"
The door opened to reveal a slightly taller girl about Sophie's age. Pale skin. Huge bug eyes. Thin lips, curved into a weak smile of her own. And a dark, oily helmet of hair. Sophie's tepid smile broke into a genuine grin. Perhaps not a face as easy to work with as she'd hoped, but even better: a familiar one!
The girl's smile fell, replaced by shock. "Oh, no," she whispered to herself, before the familiar pink and gold blur rushed to the door and crushed her in a hug.
"Agatha, darling," Sophie exclaimed, "it's so good to see you!"
A/N: And that's it for Part 1! Part 2 is Aggie-centric, so stay tuned. And by all means, tell me what you think so far!